Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea,But sad mortality o'ersways their power,...How with this rage shall beauty hold a plea,Whose action is no stronger than a flower?O how shall summer's honey breath hold outAgainst the wrackful siege of batt'ring days,When rocks impregnable are not so stout,Nor gates of steel so strong but time decays?O fearful meditation, where alack,Shall Time's best jewel from Time's chest lie hid?Or what strong hand can hold his swift foot back,Or who his spoil of beauty can forbid?LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »

Do not look at wine when it is red, when it sparkles in the cup and goes down smoothly. At the last it bites like a serpent, and s...tings like an adder. Your eyes will see strange things, and your mind utter perverse things. You will be like one who lies down in the midst of the sea, like one who lies on the top of a mast. "They struck me," you will say, "but I was not hurt; they beat me, but I did not feel it. When shall I awake? I will seek another drink."LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »